LeandraNyx
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She squealed into a faceful of Nura's delectably slippery sex as she went soaring past the point of no return, her pussy clenching wildly around Mack's prick as he hollered and buried himself to the root, Nura clamping her thighs meanwhile like a vise around her head as she gasped imprecations of lust while she bucked and squirted all over Oona's pretty features, half smothering her. Pleasure came in wave after wave as she felt the sperm splattering inside her: one volley, two, three, more, each thick jet of spunk drawing a fresh response as her pussy gripped his spitting cock and she fervently sucked Nura's clit and swallowed down as much of the sweet nectar dousing her face as she could. The act worked its familiar magic on the elasticity of time, and it seemed both a brief moment and a blissful eternity that the three lovers' bodies merged into one simultaneous howl of release.
Try to keep it to a paragraph, when possible.
Yeah, that one was long, but also totally worth it; nice!![]()
I really like this one...it's funny ("time to hit the showers," lol), but not in a way that detracts from its sexiness, either. Plus, the approach is interesting: a male orgasm as experienced from the female POV. It's very realistic and quite immersive, too.
Oh, hell's yes, though admittedly, I am biased; brutal noncon is my most favoritest thing in the world, beaten only by kittens and cotton candy.![]()
Okay, so I honestly don't know what "Futaba" is...
BTW, I hardly think you need "approval" from me, lol. A 4.86 rating with 175k views is nothing to sneeze at. Congrats!
The most beautifully expressive use of the f-bomb I'll ever hear blasts from her lips as she holds my head in place and lowers herself again. Following on its heels are a series of rapid inhales and exhales, each one holding different words, new words, sometimes my name, sometimes not, sometimes just a cry as my tongue tickles her clit and coaxes the climax out of hiding and into the starlight. She gives herself over to the moment, permitting the wrong to become right, accepting her own sister is the cause of it all.
I grab her calves, one soft and supple, the other firm and unyielding, and hold her as she holds my head, letting the waves of heat and pleasure and panic and deliverance carry her away into a world where there is no pain, no rejection, no disorder, no chaos, only us. Her and me. Lynn and Colleen, stranded on a desert island comprised of nothing but beautiful sunrises, perfect sunsets, and clear night skies that stretch into infinity.